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And all is over.

Street and square

In ruined heaps are piled;

Ah! where is she, so frail, so fair,

Amid the tumult wild?

Unscathed, she treads the wreck-piled street,

Whose narrow gaps afford

A pathway for her bleeding feet,

To seek her absent lord.

A temple's broken walls arrest
Her wild and wandering eyes;
Beneath its shattered portal pressed,
Her lord unconscious lies.

The power that living hearts obey
Shall lifeless blocks withstand?

Love led her footsteps where he lay,
Love nerves her woman's hand:

One cry, the marble shaft she grasps, -
Up heaves the ponderous stone: -

He breathes, her fainting form he clasps,

-

Her life has bought his own!

PART FIFTH.

THE REWARD.

How like the starless night of death

Our being's brief eclipse,

When faltering heart and failing breath Have bleached the fading lips!

She lives! What guerdon shall repay
His debt of ransomed life?

One word can charm all wrongs away,—

The sacred name of WIFE!

The love that won her girlish charms
Must shield her matron fame,

And write beneath the Frankland arms
The village beauty's name.

Go, call the priest ! no vain delay

Shall dim the sacred ring!

Who knows what change the passing day The fleeting hour, may bring?

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Before the holy altar bent,

There kneels a goodly pair; A stately man, of high descent, A woman, passing fair.

No jewels lend the blinding sheen
That meaner beauty needs,
But on her bosom heaves unseen

A string of golden beads.

The vow is spoke, — the prayer is said,

And with a gentle pride

The Lady Agnes lifts her head,

Sir Harry Frankland's bride.

No more her faithful heart shall bear
Those griefs so meekly borne,
The passing sneer, the freezing stare,
The icy look of scorn;

No more the blue-eyed English dames
Their haughty lips shall curl,
Whene'er a hissing whisper names

The poor New-England girl.

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But stay! his mother's haughty brow,

The pride of ancient race,

Will plighted faith, and holy vow,

Win back her fond embrace?

Too well she knew the saddening tale
Of love no vow had blest,

That turned his blushing honors pale
And stained his knightly crest.

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His own dear Agnes may not pass
The proud, ancestral door.

He stood before the stately dame;
He spoke; she calmly heard,
But not to pity, nor to blame;

She breathed no single word.

He told his love, her faith betrayed;

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She heard with tearless eyes;

Could she forgive the erring maid?

She stared in cold surprise.

How fond her heart, he told, —how true;

The haughty eyelids fell; The kindly deeds she loved to do; She murmured, "It is well."

But when he told that fearful day,
And how her feet were led
To where entombed in life he lay,
The breathing with the dead,

And how she bruised her tender breasts

Against the crushing stone,

That still the strong-armed clown protests

No man can lift alone, –

O then the frozen spring was broke;

By turns she wept and smiled;

"Sweet Agnes!" so the mother spoke, "God bless my angel child!

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"She saved thee from the jaws of death,

"T is thine to right her wrongs;

I tell thee,— I, who gave thee breath, – To her thy life belongs!"

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